#mjjw

[daniislinky]

if a ship has “you’re the only one who understands me” energy then i am immediately into it. bonus points if it is incredibly toxic, doomed, and riddled with psychosexual tension. extra bonus points if one or both parties involved absolutely hate how connected they are

[swagvo1d]

[huniijaex]

DAY IN THE LIFE PT. 4

parings: michael x reader , platonic!prince and paris x reader

synopsis: another day in the life! all of you go out to pick strawberries or some shit💖💖

warnings: noneee, maybe a little bickering between the two siblings

a/n: HEYYY

your clock alarm went off for some reason, you never set it. all you remember was going to bed and falling asleep.

but you realized that it was Michael’s doing when you heard him whisper outside the door to Paris.

“Okay, Paris. You gotta hold the cup— wait no don’t drink the orange juice! You gotta give it to mommy, go give it to mommy.” Michael told his youngest child, Paris.

you heard little footsteps coming in and a little ‘mommy’ from Paris.

“Mommy, I got you orange juice!” she said, coming in with a smile on her face.

you grabbed her and picked her up and smiled. “Awwhh, thank you baby!”

you both ended up sharing the orange juice together and going into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Michael came behind you, holding your waist and kissing your neck, the kids were in the playroom so they couldn’t see anything, luckily.

“Hi, applehead” you said, laughing a little.

“Hi baby. I have an idea on what we should do today.” he told you.

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

“That we should go out to our garden and pick strawberries with our babies.” he said.

that sounded fun actually, “we should, go get them ready and I’ll give them their food.” you told him.

“Why I gotta get the kids ready?” he whined, playfully.

“Because you put them in me and I pushed them out, now go.” you flicked his forehead.

Prince and Paris were dressed. Prince was in your arms while Paris was in Michael’s arms.

“Look, Paris! It’s strawberries!” Prince said, pointing and wiggling.

Paris screamed in happiness, you guys set the both of them down, giving them their baskets and letting them roam free.

you and Michael sat down in the grass.

“How are you, Michael. Be honest with me.” you told him.

“I’m.. I’m tired, (Name). I’m tired of this lawsuit being pressed against me, I’m tired of being called a..” his voice cracked. “A m-molester. That’s not who I am, I just wanna help children, I don’t wanna do that, that weird stuff, that’s just so nasty, who would EVER wanna do that to a precious child? A gift from God.”

you laid him on your chest, rubbing his cheeks and giving him kisses. “You have us, your family, and your fans. We know you’re innocent, baby. You know you’re innocent.” you wiped the tears from his face.

“I’m glad I have you guys.” he kissed you softly.

that was interrupted, but in the best way.

Prince and Paris were coming back up screaming, they went up the hill and showed you and Michael all the strawberries they got.

“I got more than Paris, daddy!”

“No, I got more than Prince!”

“No! I did!”

“No! I did!”

they both started bickering and you and Michael laughed.

you and Michael had just put the kids to bed. you poured both of your glasses with wine and laid back.

“Feeling better?” you asked him.

“Yeah, thank you so much for that talk baby. I really needed it.” he told you.

“You’re welcome, hun.” you lift your glass, “to us.”

“To us, and to you going to be pregnant again” he said, smiling.

“Wait, what?”

for @angelbbyunicorn <33

[gaylilsherlock]

strangers from hell is a truly buckwild batshit insane show like. imagine if you were stuck in a dead-end job and you sublimate your dissatisfaction and rage by trying to write a novel about a serial killer so you can live vicariously through them but you know it’s no good and you live in a crumbling tenement building with undiagnosed psychopaths and probably cannibals and definitely filthy singletons because you can’t afford anything better and your next door neighbour is a waiflike freak of a man that touches your neck like a lover wondering what your insides look like and who thinks you look pretty when you’re angry and who’s a respected dentist in town that everyone knows but he also kills people —at least you think he kills people— and he’s everywhere you look but nowhere when you actually need him and he loves you and it terrifies you and when you’re both covered in blood he’s never looked at you more sincerely and he calls you sweetheart even though it repulses you and when it’s all over you still look for him because he was the only one who ever really saw you for who you actually are and he gave you a bracelet made of teeth as a gift and you won’t take it off even if it makes you look crazy. especially because it makes you look crazy. and so what if you are?

[di0z]

⤷ ゛batman michael x catwoman!readerˎˊ˗

era: HIStory

fluff!!

WC: 686

a/n: this was a draft I just decided to post bc of an anons request I meant to fill out awhile! but enjoy :)/ lowkey.. just a oneshot.

It was a cold, rainy night in Gotham City, the crime just as bad as usual. The rats ran the streets, and so did gangsters and hookers. It was a sad sight to see, and Michael hated walking through it every day.

He moved through the city as if he couldn’t be harmed. Honestly, that was the mentality you had to have if you wanted to survive. His hands were shoved deeper into the pockets of his long black trench coat as rain pitter pattered against the pavement. He stayed on the lookout without being too obvious, watching for anything…a robbery, a fight, or even the simple act of somebody snatching a lady’s purse.

Then he heard a crash, followed by the annoying ringing of a diamond store alarm.

He quickly changed, like those superheroes do in the movies… and ran over.

W he arrived, he looked around. It was dark, but the shattered glass scattered across the floor told him somebody had definitely been there.

“Show yourself…” he said commandingly, but softly.

You stepped out of the shadows seeing the masked man, every time you saw Batman tingles went through your body.

You had a diamond resting between your long nails as you twirled it carelessly. Michael couldn’t help but stare for a moment longer than usual. The black catsuit fits like a glove, showing off every curve not leaving anything to imagination, while gold chains draped lazily around your arms, making it obvious you were stealing just to steal… or maybe to grab a certain someone’s attention.

The silence in the room was obvious you two were checking each other out. You moved closer, the jewelry clinking softly against your skin. A smile tugged at your lips.

“Isn’t it the Bat?”

Michael gritted his teeth in annoyance. He was so tired of dealing with you every week, but at the same time, it was the highlight of his night.

“Do I always have to keep taming the stray cat?” he teased, watching as you circled him like a predator stalking its prey.

He could’ve easily caught you and thrown you in jail. Something always held him back, though. These constant fights had been going on for months, and somehow he still hadn’t tried hard enough to catch you.

You slipped behind him, and he tensed slightly, but he was far too curious to move away. Your hand traveled up to his throat, your nails lightly scraping against his skin. A small groan escaped his mouth before he could stop it.

Strangely enough, you could tell he was into it. The constant shifting, the way his hand found your wrist and guided it lower toward the belt around his waist…it gave him away more than he realized. You two been having these tension for months..

You let your hand trail downward, unfastening the belt. For a moment, Michael almost thought something else was about to happen.

Instead, you snatched the belt and looped it around your neck like a trophy before jumping away. He flinched immediately.

“must be pretty hungry and desperate for me…” you purred. As much as you wanted to do something to him, you couldn’t be that easy..

Michael bit the inside of his cheek, he wasn’t into you in the way, at least that’s what he kept telling himself, he just wants to catch you. He had no interest in seeing how you taste, or how you would feel in his hands, not even how you would sound if you two did go far.. no way.

“Bye for now…” you teased, backing toward the broken window. And then you were gone, another crime, another time he let you off the hook.

Hours later, you sat comfortably on the couch knitting when you heard the front door open. Looking up, you found Michael stepping inside, drenched in rain. The end of his curls dripped water.

“How was work, babe?” you asked softly. He glanced at you while setting his keys down.

“It was work…” he answered, like always, sounding completely disinterested in having much of a conversation. If only it was Batman walking through that door. He would’ve been a lot more interested.

Well…

Only if you knew your own husband was Batman.

[multiakimo]

how am i supposed to just move on from these fuckers

[kafkasradio]

shout out to fictional relationships where they bring out the worst parts of each other and actively ruin each others lives

[valkugo]

strangers from hell text posts!!